Antonio asks me, ‘Do you know ‘Scenes from an Italian restaurant?’ You know…’ and he begins humming the Billy Joel tune enthusiastically.
I look at him. He is seven years old. This music emerged on the scene when I was in high school. ‘Yes, I do’ I respond with amusement and wonder how he has gotten here with this knowledge of a musical time from a length ago.
I am lying down on the couch. He looks at me and says, ‘Well, don’t be a Brenda. Come on, get up! Don’t be a Brenda…you know? Brenda and Eddie…I can’t afford an Auntie like that…’
I need to consider this…
690 Saint Paul 